A brief scene that entered my head. It probably won't be expanded into a full story, because I've had trouble with plots and motivation lately. But it was amusing in my head, so I thought I'd share. So without further ado... "Defense Against... who?"
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"Right then, Seventh years, correct?" A man with wild brown spiked hair and a long muggle trench coat stood at the forefront of the room.
There was a muttering of confirmation as the man literally bounced up and down in front of the chalkboard. "Fantastic, let's get started, shall we? I trust you're mature enough to all be present so let's skip roll and dive right in, then," he announced. The class exchanged significant looks. This one was madder than Mad-Eye, they seemed to say.
"Lycanthropes!" the man said loudly, startling some people. "Who can tell me what a Lycan is?"
"Um... Professor?" a young woman with bushy brown hair raised her hand.
She was Hermione Granger, returned at last to complete her seventh year education after an unfortunate war prevented her from attending with her proper year. As an overachiever, she refused to sit on her well-earned war-hero accolades and instead returned to finish school.
"Oh, now, none of that. Just call me the Doctor, that's who I am! What is it, Miss...?"
"Granger, Profes—Doctor? Erm, we studied Lycanthropy rather thoroughly in my third year," she said.
"Oh really now?" The Doctor shuffled through some papers. "It's not on the third year syllabus," he mused.
"Yes, sir, that year we had Professor Lupin, while Professor Snape took over for him when he was ill."
"Remus Lupin? Good chap. Doing well for himself, now? Professor! Fancy that. Yes, I can see why you'd be covering them. Right, then, change of plans! I had planned this for a little later, but we can start now. Put away your wands, we won't need them right yet. Who can tell me what a robot is! Anyone?"
This time, a few of the muggle-borns, plus Ginny Weasley, raised their hands.
"Miss, with the red hair?"
"Ginny, sir. A robot is a muggle device, isn't it?" Ginny provided. She, too, was a war hero. A war hero with an eccentric, muggle-obsessed father.
"Right you are! Almost, can anyone tell me where else robots come from?" the Doctor inquired brightly. There were more glances exchanged. "Space! Outer space, far up from distant galaxies. These are the ones you must worry about. No Earth robot is a danger to society. First lesson, disarming a robot!"
Hermione looked torn between excitement and confusion. This year was certainly going to be an interesting one.
